I wake up with thoughts overwhelming my head, I look down at my hand and remember everything is okay. I roll over to see you there, and kiss your back and fall back asleep. I dream of the oddest of things and I know that someday they will become reality. The library, the kitchen, the table, tall door ways and ceilings, the family, the cozy feeling and most of all the pure happiness. Everything is and will be okay. I is smart, I is kind, I is important. And most of all, to slap all of those assholes in my years growing up, I am now beautiful not just on the inside but on the outside as well. Not vanity, but hey. That frizzy haired kid that wore weird ass clothes now knows how to work it that’s all, and I know it. I want to embrace it. So suck a dick you jerks in school that told me I was to ugly to be your friend or kids that didn’t want to be seen with me. (sorry for the rant followers, my thoughts are everywhere tonight)